Fifty Shades of Sleeping Beauty Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lotte Harding
said. "That's enough talk of dying."
"Remember your promise, sweetie," Serena told him. "I'm sure there's a nice Empress Osiman who you can share some of the tricks we taught you with."
"I wouldn't mind another go," Isis muttered.
Osiman laughed at this then shook his head. "I have a hundred concubines," he said, raising a hand to Isis's face, "each more lovely than the morning, but none are as beautiful as you, or make me feel as you do."
"Oh, you sweet-talking devil," Isis giggled, reaching across to squeeze his heavy dangling cock, an act that made the emperor wince.
"Nunquam!" he bellowed, at which, the short, fat emissary scuttled forward. "Strike the camp, we leave immediately."
"Y-you're highness?" The emissary clearly could not believe what he was hearing.
"Did I not express myself clearly? Perhaps if I strike your fat head from its shoulders you'll hear more quickly. Bring me a palanquin and strike the camp. We march for home - now!"
As the emissary hurried away, a look of pain and longing crossed Osiman's face. "I have seen dark arts this day," he said. "Things no man should witness. That I'm alive is a miracle."
"It's all in the muscle control really," Bellatrix said smartly then, more kindly added. "You've got some stamina, though, I'll give you that."
"Ooh, you've got plenty where it counts," Serena added, slapping the emperor on his backside.
As the litter arrived, carried by half a dozen slaves, Osiman turned to the three sisters. Gesturing towards the tent he told them: "It's yours. A final gift to remember me by." Then he looked at Magnus with a strange expression on his face.
"I envy you men of Nysa - and I pity you."
And with those enigmatic words he left, carried away by his slaves.
Chapter Three
Patient reader, here you are at chapter three having bought this smutty book, and all we've had is character exposition, plenty of innuendo, and the threat of war averted, with all the kinky stuff happening behind closed doors (or closed flaps if you'll forgive the pun). And we're still nowhere near Sleeping Beauty herself yet. Well, for your patience, this chapter is where we'll get down to business with all those naughty antics you've been waiting for.
It began with an apple. It wasn't any old apple, but then an emperor's tent isn't the place where you'll find any old stuff.
Magnus watched the entire camp stowing their weapons and supplies before marching away into the night, with only the imperial tent left behind. That took hours and by the time he and his men finished feeding the horses they were exhausted, with the young prince feeling out of sorts when he thought of what disgusting things had happened in this place earlier that day. All he wanted to do was sleep.
"You can sleep in there," he told the witches grumpily. "We'll keep a watch out here inncase any of them decide to return."
"Do you think the emperor might come back?" Isis asked, a little too eagerly. Serena shook her head and led her younger sibling inside...
...into a treasure trove. There were silks and spices, gold and jewels galore in the tent, wealth to make any man - or woman - rich beyond their wildest dreams. Not that Nysans dream much about that sort of thing: wealth tends to be a substitute for sex, and the people of Nysa prefer not to rely on substitutes.
Nonetheless, the three sisters enjoyed opening chests and playing with the various baubles they discovered there. It was all innocent fun until Serena opened one chest.
"Oh!" she said and then slammed the lid shut.
"What is it?" Isis asked.
"Nothing."
"Then why are you trying to hide that casket behind your back?" asked Bellatrix acidly.
With a sigh Serena opened the box and Bellatrix reached inside.
When she drew out her hand she held a golden apple, smooth and flawless but for writing on the side. It seemed to glow with an inner light and when each of the witches looked at it each of them thought it was the most beautiful thing they had ever
"Remember your promise, sweetie," Serena told him. "I'm sure there's a nice Empress Osiman who you can share some of the tricks we taught you with."
"I wouldn't mind another go," Isis muttered.
Osiman laughed at this then shook his head. "I have a hundred concubines," he said, raising a hand to Isis's face, "each more lovely than the morning, but none are as beautiful as you, or make me feel as you do."
"Oh, you sweet-talking devil," Isis giggled, reaching across to squeeze his heavy dangling cock, an act that made the emperor wince.
"Nunquam!" he bellowed, at which, the short, fat emissary scuttled forward. "Strike the camp, we leave immediately."
"Y-you're highness?" The emissary clearly could not believe what he was hearing.
"Did I not express myself clearly? Perhaps if I strike your fat head from its shoulders you'll hear more quickly. Bring me a palanquin and strike the camp. We march for home - now!"
As the emissary hurried away, a look of pain and longing crossed Osiman's face. "I have seen dark arts this day," he said. "Things no man should witness. That I'm alive is a miracle."
"It's all in the muscle control really," Bellatrix said smartly then, more kindly added. "You've got some stamina, though, I'll give you that."
"Ooh, you've got plenty where it counts," Serena added, slapping the emperor on his backside.
As the litter arrived, carried by half a dozen slaves, Osiman turned to the three sisters. Gesturing towards the tent he told them: "It's yours. A final gift to remember me by." Then he looked at Magnus with a strange expression on his face.
"I envy you men of Nysa - and I pity you."
And with those enigmatic words he left, carried away by his slaves.
Chapter Three
Patient reader, here you are at chapter three having bought this smutty book, and all we've had is character exposition, plenty of innuendo, and the threat of war averted, with all the kinky stuff happening behind closed doors (or closed flaps if you'll forgive the pun). And we're still nowhere near Sleeping Beauty herself yet. Well, for your patience, this chapter is where we'll get down to business with all those naughty antics you've been waiting for.
It began with an apple. It wasn't any old apple, but then an emperor's tent isn't the place where you'll find any old stuff.
Magnus watched the entire camp stowing their weapons and supplies before marching away into the night, with only the imperial tent left behind. That took hours and by the time he and his men finished feeding the horses they were exhausted, with the young prince feeling out of sorts when he thought of what disgusting things had happened in this place earlier that day. All he wanted to do was sleep.
"You can sleep in there," he told the witches grumpily. "We'll keep a watch out here inncase any of them decide to return."
"Do you think the emperor might come back?" Isis asked, a little too eagerly. Serena shook her head and led her younger sibling inside...
...into a treasure trove. There were silks and spices, gold and jewels galore in the tent, wealth to make any man - or woman - rich beyond their wildest dreams. Not that Nysans dream much about that sort of thing: wealth tends to be a substitute for sex, and the people of Nysa prefer not to rely on substitutes.
Nonetheless, the three sisters enjoyed opening chests and playing with the various baubles they discovered there. It was all innocent fun until Serena opened one chest.
"Oh!" she said and then slammed the lid shut.
"What is it?" Isis asked.
"Nothing."
"Then why are you trying to hide that casket behind your back?" asked Bellatrix acidly.
With a sigh Serena opened the box and Bellatrix reached inside.
When she drew out her hand she held a golden apple, smooth and flawless but for writing on the side. It seemed to glow with an inner light and when each of the witches looked at it each of them thought it was the most beautiful thing they had ever
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